Recovery

I’m doing OK after my operation. I’m not taking any pain killers, and I even went for a short walk around the block this afternoon. Physical trauma has a tendency to make us regress, and I’ve been regressing in style by watching DVDs of my favorite childhood hero: Horatio Hornblower. (I’m loyal to Horatio — I’m skipping out on the whole“Master and Commander” thing — at least for now.)

I’ve also been mindlessly surfing the web. Here are some links I thought worth sharing, even though I don’t have the energy to write anything about them:

“At what time in the history of the world was there a place…where not only the doctors and waiters and trolley conductors spoke Yiddish, but also the airline clerks, travel agents, ferry captains, and casino employees?” (Via Languagehat.)